'This is unbelievable.' Rosalind thought as her gaze moved from her siblings.
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Let's go back to midnight in rosalind's house;
Nora's Pov
Onism
(n.) Awareness of how little of the world you'll experience.
Sticking 'The Word Of The Day' to my Logophile board, I let out a sigh as I see the board is almost full and soon there will be no place to stick my beautiful words. Hmmmm…. Should I write them down in a notebook and remove the old ones? Why bother I would neither open the notebook nor memorize the word. I don't even know why I started collecting these piles of words, I would not even accumulate one percent of it before I die. As frustrated as I am, I looked at those words, the group of chosen alphabets forming unprecedentedly beautiful words. She skimmed her fingers over a post-it-note, where a word was written, 'Eunoia' ,she didn't know how this obsession started but since then she would post at least a word on her wall which she named 'her logophile board'. Those words were her getaway pass from her trauma, issues of the past and unnecessary loneliness.
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Third pov
She changed into her pajamas, ready to get in the bed. As she had just lied on the bed, a series of knocks sounded. Alertness rose in her heart. Her brother Rey had gone for night shift work at a bar, but even if he had returned he had a spare key he wouldn't knock and Neil was out with his friends. She calculated each and every possibility that someone would come in this hour. Maybe Rey forgot his key,or he lost his key so he came back home just in case, or Neil got his plan cancelled. She checked her phone just to find there was no text message. Maybe she is being paranoid. She called Rey but he didn't pick up, same went with Neil. The knocks were soft but in the silence night the sound amplified.
She typed emergency police numbers on the call log and went to the window to see if anyone suspicious were standing on the porch. But when she saw none her awareness heightened. She remembered what her mother had told her, those dark stories, even though she doesn't believe in them that doesn't mean she doesn't fear them. Nightmares still haunted her slumbers. She was so sensitive to each and every activity going around her that her adrenaline raised up. Suddenly the knocking stopped, but that only made Nora more scared. Cold sweat broke on her back as the silence resonated all over the living room. Suddenly her phone rang which made her jump. Rey who hadn't received her call had called her back,
"Nono, Hadn't you slept yet?"
"Where are you? Someone is outside in the house. I am scared to come back right now." Nora fumbled. She was still shivering even though the fierce knocking had long been stopped.
"O… okay.... Don't be scared. I will be right there."
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After 10 min,
"Nora it's me" Rey shouted as he entered from the door, 10 bulky figures followed Rey. Nora who was carrying the fruit knife for the protection was baffled by the scene. Even with the presence of her brother couldn't assure her sense of security.
"Don't worry we're not here to hurt you." Henry walked through the crowd toward her.
"Nora Ellan Mi Paristo, Accept the greetings from this humble lowly servant." Henry fisted his right hand on his left part of chest and kneel in front of Nora. At the movement of Henry, other bulky people also follow the suite. Nora wide-eyed at Rey telling 'What the hell is happening???'
"We don't have a lot of time, we should move quickly." Henry stood tall and said in his mechanical voice.
"Wait, slow down, where are we going?" Nora's head was still processing the information (or trying to).
"Rey??" She gave her brother a questioning look.
"I will tell you on the way"
"What about Neil?"
"We're gonna pick him directly from James'."
They went to the car. The car takes the shortcut to the James house. Neil was standing right before the garden of the James' house. Just as car stopped had
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In a dark room,
A man was sitting on the chair, his hand was tracing the glossiness of the wooden sphere on the armrest. A lean person entered the room.
"Master, we couldn't get a hold of her." the person who had just entered the room greeted his master by bowing his head before reporting their failure.
"Hmm, Why?" the man's cold voice rebervated in the room.
"Rakh pack got her before we could. They took her to their pack house."
"The old fool had still not learnt his lesson!" the man slammed the desk, "Let them celebrate their false sense of victory for now. They are going to face the crisis later on anyway." the man's red eyes glinted, his pale white face was adorned by dangerous glint.
'So, those werepups hadn't died. huh~'